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Mark Twain Quotes
«What ought to be done to the man who invented the celebrating of anniversaries? Mere killing would be too light.»
«By his father he is English, by his mother he is American - to my mind the blend which makes the perfect man»
Author: Mark Twain
(Humorist, Lecturer, Writer)
| Keywords:
blend, blending, blends, blend in, English, His father, his mother
«Seasickness: at first you are so sick you are afraid you will die, and then you are so sick you are afraid you won't die.»
«Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities. Truth isn't.»
Author: Mark Twain
(Humorist, Lecturer, Writer)
| About:
Fiction,
Possibility,
Truth
| Keywords:
obliged, stick to
«We should be careful to get out of an experience only the wisdom that is in it / and stop there; lest we be like the cat that sits down on a hot stove-lid. She will never sit down on a hot stove-lid again / and that is well; but also she will never sit down on a cold one anymore.»
«The report of my death was an exaggeration After reading his own obituary, June 2 1897»
Author: Mark Twain
(Humorist, Lecturer, Writer)
| Keywords:
exaggeration, exaggerations, June, obituaries, obituary, report
«Then away out in the woods I heard that kind of a sound that a ghost makes when it wants to tell about something that's on its mind and can't make itself understood, and so can't rest easy in its grave, and has to go about that way every night grieving.»
Author: Mark Twain
(Humorist, Lecturer, Writer)
| Keywords:
every night, ghost, go about, grieving, woods
«Stars are good too. I wish I could get some to put in my hair. But I suppose I never can. You would be surprised to find how far off they are, for they do not look it. When they first showed last night I tried to knock some down with a pole, but it didn't reach, which astonished me. Then I tried clods till I was all tired out, but I never got one. I did make some close shots, for I saw the black blot of the clod sail right into thee midst of the golden clusters forty or fifty times, just barely missing them, and if I could've held out a little longer, maybe I could've got one.»